9.15am Monday morning - a poem by Fester Bryan

9.15am Monday Morning

I take a short walk
To StarBucks for a caffeine fix
Three sugars for luck
And a chat with a big guy

Kicking rubbish soon after
I spied a pigeon
Rummaging around
looking for scraps
I felt similar
That is small and shabby
Unloved, unnoticed
Hungry

So I went into A Sandwich Bar
Called Reggie's Big Rolls
To order a Tuna mayonnaise baguette
Which was nice

Then I saw you
A picture from the Sunday Supplement
Radiant advert for hair colouring
Heartstopper
I remembered you from St Nicholas School
We had taught there in '86
You certainly had weathered better than I
So I sidled up and mentioned that fact

Shocked, you turned round
I could see you were vunerable
I could win this lottery ticket
The thought was instant
An instant win
No publicity
More caffeine and successful chatter
Promises to meet in the near future

The wind and rain had let you off
But your soul was mildly dehydrated
Wrinkling your smile
You were not so sure of the right way
So in the next few days I shed my trampish skin
And dolled myself up
In suits and suede shoes
Practising ordering exotic cocktails

You really turned me around

And the rest is history
Now you sit here in your thick white jumper
With a hot mug of coffee
And Spongebob Squarepants on for the kids

FB 2006

Meander - a poem by Fester Bryan

Meander - a poem by Fester Bryan 2006

 

Twist and Turn

Pathway, I can see you

Curved and bent ahead of me

Will you meander with no thought

Of the right way or the wrong way

Directionless, but ever forward

Never back

Always onward with time

Unable to be One Whole Thing

With no hours or days

But on the treadmill

I ride your wheel

Like a hamster

 

Pathway with no memory

I am driving you fast at night

Only the bright eyes of the Fox

And the whispering trees in view

Caught momentarily in the scorch of brilliant headlights 

 

Take me to a town like Seville

Where I can then meander

In the heat

To a different beat

And forget the relentless race

Of you    

 

  

 

On a lake - a poem by Lauren Beziers

On a lake - a poem by Lauren Beziers 2006

 

I was on a lake

Not walking

I was sitting in a boat

Not laughing

 

The bearded young fellow

Who rowed us to the middle

Was annoying me

Intensely

 

I said "So you are going to catch a fish then ?

And he replied

In a twinkle of an eye

That "the time was not right for

Pike"

 

The air was damp

I felt damp

And the lake was grey to black

 

I called to my

Mother on the bank

With her paper and pipe

To "stop knitting"

But she ignored me

 

My bearded young fellow

Rowed us back

And he gallantly helped me out

I said "I never want to see this lake again"

To which he replied "nor me"

 

Its the fickle nature

Of the mood of day

That can turn you against

The things you should love best

And in keeping with this universal tide

I enjoyed a marvelous day out by a lake

Not three weeks later

 

But the bearded man

Was replaced by

Smooth faced

Handsome young buck

And I was three weeks older and wiser

 

We caught a fish that day

And ate it with tartar sauce

All felt beautiful and dreamlike

 

LB 2006

 

   

 

 

Sweet Nothings - a poem by Lauren Beziers

Sweet Nothings

Written by Lauren Beziers 2006

We are alone
On this ball
Spinning in the void

Alone together
Together to bear
The endless end

So let's enjoy
And fill this space
With our sweet nothings !